Miles (Highway Reapers MC): Inked Hearts Read Online Free Page B

before he’d gone out.
     
    The piece of paper with the job advert was still on the coffee table, slightly crumpled. Setting down her empty bowl Brea picked it up and glanced over the information. Her heart sung at the thought of doing a job where she could use her love of art. And if she did well, if she progressed beyond apprentice then perhaps Sylar would be able to give up his dangerous job, then they would both be happy. Brea made her decision, even though her brother wouldn’t be happy with it.
     
    It was agonizing as she waited for the hours to pass. But she needed it to be nine o clock before she could call the number on the advert. She anxiously paced around the small house, running over in her mind what she would say.
     
    When nine o clock did arrive Brea had her speech all planned out. She knew exactly what she was going to say, she just had to make the call. Which she did. She shut out all her negative thoughts about Sylar and just focused on how good it would make her feel to get this job. Her heart jumped up in to her throat with each passing ring and eventually someone picked up.
     
    “Hi,” Brea squeaked, sounding every bit as nervous as she felt. “I’m calling about the advert for a tattoo artist’s apprentice.”
     

Chapter 6
     
    It was ten when the roar of Sylar’s motorcycle rumbled like thunder in the driveway. Brea was perched on the edge of the sofa. She’d had an hour to prepare herself for what was about to happen but that still didn’t feel long enough. But there was no putting off the inevitable. If she wanted this job as badly as she knew she did she was going to have to get Sylar on board. Either that or sever all ties with him which definitely wasn’t what she wanted to do as he was the only family she had left.
     
    Sylar stormed through the door, his expression grim.
     
    “Hey,” Brea called amicably from the sofa. He paused en route to his bedroom to look at her.
     
    “I know you’re tired,” she held her hands up apologetically as he frowned at her. “But I need to talk to you. Just ten minutes, I promise.”
     
    With a groan Sylar sauntered over to the sofa and dropped down beside her. He stank of petrol and cigarette smoke but thankfully boasted no new injuries though the bruise beneath his eye had blackened something awful.
     
    “I know you’re mad at me,” Brea began quietly.
     
    “No, I’m mad at myself,” Sylar interrupted. “You’re right, Brea. You’re always right. It’s one of the things I hate about you,” he admitted with a sad smile.
     
    “I was right?” Brea felt confused.
     
    “I have kept you here like a prisoner,” Sylar lowered his head shamefully. “I always thought I was doing the right thing by you, keeping you here, keeping you safe. But the troubles that follow me around town, they are my own, not yours. Last night at work I got to thinking about what Mom and Dad would have said if you’d gone to them with that job idea.”
     
    Brea felt herself brighten with hopefulness. Sylar had considered what his parents would have done without her having to prompt him to do so. Perhaps he was about to do the right thing and grant her some freedom. Brea held her breath and waited for him to proceed.
     
    “They’d have been all over it,” Sylar said as his voice grew warm with fondness. “They were always so supportive of both of us. Whatever we wanted to do, they urged us to go for it.”
     
    “So you’ll going to let me apply for the job?” Brea blurted excitedly.
     
    “I guess I am,” Sylar sighed. “As hard as it is for me to admit, you’re an adult now even though I’ll always see you as my kid sister. If I don’t let you go for this, you’ll only resent me for holding you back.”
     
    “Since when did you get so wise?” Brea teased.
     
    “I’ve made mistakes,” Sylar admitted grimly. “Too many to count. But I made each one of them thinking about you, thinking about what’s best for you. I don’t want